Stocking
The stocking bulged everywhere, lumpiness in the extreme being the price of its stretchy fabric. The outlines of boxes and flat little chocolates and the long-handled back-washing implement were unpleasantly well-defined. I admired the advanced colouring, though, the sage and burgundy stripes interloping with classic red and green. Light from my laptop shone on something shiny within, whatever plastic packaging was so reflective was risking its ambiguity by showing itself so blatantly. A new touch for this year, to go with the new stockings themselves, was a cheap but elegant stainless steel 'K', which I'd pinned near the mouth, the brim which I'd tied with blue ribbon, not for effect but just to hold all that drugstore-bought cheer inside until it was time for mother to delight in all the little trinkets and treats.
I LOVE this little exercise. I might return to do this again and again ^.^
And welcome to AW, PoJu! (lemme know if you can't stand being called that or something)
